Castiel loved showers.

He liked how the warm water felt on his back, how his skin turned from pink to bright red, how refreshing it was to be clean.

Maybe that was an after effect of being an angel, the need to be clean.

It was then he felt the touch of her hands around his stomach, absently wiping the paint from him. The water started to swirl shades of red, green and blue, and Castiel found himself trying to wash out sticky bits of paint from her hair.

The domesticity of the entire fair was disorienting, but Cas was growing used to having her in his arms for long periods of time.

He could tell she liked the water as much as he, and he liked who when she moved her skin from his it left a sort of imprint of the demon, a reminder of subtle care and warm feelings that seemed to mold them both together.

He was kissing her under the spray, enjoying both the pressure of her lips and of the beat of water on his back. She was smiling, laughing, making him laugh as it felt as though they were meant for this moment and that, perhaps, he was feeling humanity finally.

Things had changed, especially the two of them.

When they were clean, Castiel still didn't turn the water off. Locked in a kiss, he had her pressed against the cold tile and hand his hands in a mess of her tangled, wet hair.

It was odd, how they got there. How it took everything to get him…there.

Meg was eagerly taking him in and he was happy to abide, biting the sides of her face and tasting that sweet smoky flavor she harbored, wanting him, needing him.

He could feel her grab his dick, massaging the head and feeling her human moan against her. Castiel let out a muffled cry when she yanked him closer to her, forcing him to rub against her while he sucked at her neck.

It happened so quickly between the two of them, sex, touch, sex; if Castiel didn't know any better, he'd say he…

Well, he'd say he was in love with her.

The entire ordeal was something he assumed he'd never understand. Meg made him feel different. She was something brand new and amazing. His demon was powerful, strong, and she had the strangest ability to bring out a side of himself he didn't even know was a part of him.

"Meg," he muttered against her lips, feeling her maneuver around his thin body.

"What?"

"What is this sensation?"

"You probably need to poop," she said with a snark.

"No, it's internal." he said, running a hand from her shoulder to her hips before pressing his head against her neck.

"What do you mean?"

"This…feeling."

"You had feelings before."

"Not like this one," he looked up at her. "I feel it every time I look at you. Every time you're gone it's still there. When ever Dean mentions you, I feel it.

"A lingering…a longing. I feel it and…And I don't know why."

She paused, for a long time, as the steam from the shower billowed up from the floor.

"Are you fucking trying to say you…that you're in love, Castiel?"

He blinked at her. He assumed that that was the correct label for the feeling. But now…

"I…don't know."

"You either know or you don't."

"I'm still…understanding."

He expected her to be angry with him, to swat him or disappear. But instead, she just looked at him.

"Did Sam ever tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"What I said to him, the night I 'died'. When you went to get the angel tablet."

"No?"

"He told me about Amelia. About how he loved her. I told him she was special, a rare creature. Something unique that pulled him off the life of a hunter.

"I…"

He had never seen Meg as flustered as she was. "I told him something."

"That was what he meant then? By unicorn?"

"So he did tell you?"

"I assumed he was referencing something I didn't bother to understand."

She laughed at him, before pushing up against the wall to press against him. "Gotta say, turns out I don't mind being stuck with a big dumb human."

He found himself smiling.

Instead of sex, or more kisses, they just stood there, holding one another. It was the first time Castiel felt any type of normalcy.

They stayed there until the hot water went cold and the two of them heard Dean yelling from outside the door.

When sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am